':}@ID@g &)?B g . ;)@@) lffi?8 @ 33 In (B o (; 1/ / 1},@ 1lil ð3 f!{} @ @)(jg j\CU>e g 1} 1l llLD move the jeep out of the way. I got into the jeep and Keith drove fi fty yards back up the road. I asked him where he had been when the shelling <...., "vas on and he said he had been on his way back from the hill overlooking the river. "Thev're having trouble up front," he said. "I think X Company marched right in- to an 8 8." I asked if anyone had heen hurt and Keith shrugged. "The amhulance came up," he said. I told hin1 what had happened to us at the C.P. He shook his head sadly. "This is no way to make a living," he said. After a few minutes Vrana came down the road with Sergeant Verele, a quiet, slow-talking farmer from Illinois. Verele was carrying a hand radio set, the kind that has a collapsible aeri- al I asked Vrana if much damage had been done to the C.P. "They hit the d . , " h . d " w me IC s tent, e sal . as anyone there?" Keith asked. Vrana nodded. N one of us said anything. We all knew that the C.P. was a legitimate military objective and that you couldn't call your shots on the nose at seven miles, but it )]@ 1177 . wasn't right for the medic's tent to be hit., "A couple of other guys were hit by shrapnel," Vrana said. He mentioned their names. There was nothing else to say, so Keith started the jeep's motor and Verele climbed into the back. "Your call is Item Roger One," Vrana said to Verele. "I'll be Item Roger." "Check," Verele said. Vrana stepped back and Keith turned 1l ?)@ @8 í?8 GAQOIllÐl ll.eA 11@ . the jeep around carefully, trying to keep off the dirt shoulder of the road in case it had been mined. He moved past the C.P. in second and then whipped into high. The jeep jumped forward and Keith pushed the accelerator to the floor. "Excuse the speed!" he yelled to me above the noise. "I think they got the road under observation." \Ve swept along the road. I held on